I’m sitting alone
And thinking about you.
Many days have passed
And many days will pass.

The days will pass,
But not my scars.
They still burn in
My wounded soul.

The smoke from my cigarette
Flowing away,
Away to my dreams and my love.
Away to the one I need so much.

Now she is somewhere
Or maybe with someone.
And I surprise that
I don’t care.

Because I believe,
I’m fully believe
In such a stupid thing
That called love.